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Bebeto
This Black Man Became a Poet for You
Oh girl
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
Oh girl
please don’t hurt this Black man
who’s crying out for help in his heart
who still sings for everything to be alright
Oh girl
for you, I fill my mouth with joy
I sing my samba, I make my poetry
I sing my samba to let it all out
Oh girl,
go back to the hill, take care of the shack
this Black man is feeling restless
this Black man is tired of suffering
Oh girl,
this Black man became a poet for you
you’re the pain that awakens in his heart
a crazy desire to suffer
Oh girl
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!
girl, girl, girl...
Oh girl,
go back to the hill, take care of the shack
this Black man is feeling restless
this Black man is tired of suffering
Oh girl,
this Black man became a poet for you
you’re the pain that awakens in his heart
a crazy desire to suffer
